CHAPTER 61
A flash of white light crossed Sheng Qing's mind, and she suddenly realized what was happening. Forgetting her fear, she immediately reached out and pulled at her clothes. She saw the cat head graffiti she had seen once before, and she froze.
"How is this possible?" Sheng Qing muttered to himself, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"The face you saw last night wasn't this one?" Meng Yunxi asked.
"Is this what you saw last night?" Sheng Qing asked without turning her head, having already forgotten her fear of the swollen face, and continued to examine the clothes on the other corpses.
No, absolutely not!
"The corpse's clothes all had this cat head graffiti on them." As if saying this had exhausted all her strength, Sheng Qing leaned against the cold wall, her mind buzzing, feeling no chill at all.
"What graffiti? You mean this?" Meng Yunxi had found her target. "What's so special about it?"
"Let's talk outside." Meng Yunxi helped Sheng Qing up.
The wet nurse gestured to the staff to rearrange the body and put it back in the freezer before leaving the room.
Once back on the ground floor, Sheng Qing calmed down and began to recount the story of the boy in the blue overalls and the siblings upstairs, who were either siblings or lovers.
"Siblings? What siblings?" The nanny scratched her head, puzzled. "I live upstairs from you, how come I didn't know?"
"How could that be? I saw you just two days ago. When did you move in?" Sheng Qing pressed.
“The day you moved in,” the nanny said, looking around at everyone. “We are all your neighbors. Your across the hall is Brother Meng, to your left and right are the scientist and the mascot, and above and below are me and Gray Guest.”
Worried that Sheng Qing wouldn't believe it, the nanny even took Sheng Qing there herself.
He didn't lie to her, nor did he have any reason to lie to her.
The intense sunlight streamed through the window and fell on Sheng Qing, yet she felt a slight chill.
What exactly did she see?
I have no fear, whether it is broad daylight or dark and windy night.
In fact, after the intense emotional turmoil last night, Sheng Qing had a strange dream.
Many faces flashed through my dream, some familiar, some unfamiliar, appearing one after another.
Sheng Qing was prone to having many dreams, but there were very few dreams that she could still vividly remember after waking up.
Especially Meng Yunxi's bewildered yet ultimately understanding and relieved gaze pierced her heart like a sharp knife. An impulse surged within her—why? Or was it a pang of apology? She wanted to ask, but her eyes were overwhelmed by a sea of red.
Dressed entirely in white, yet possessing the same ambiguous smile as the boy in the blue overalls, his lips moved as if to say something. But in an instant, his expression shifted to one of cold indifference and condescension, followed by a fleeting, suspicious flush.
There seemed to be a man and a woman with similar features chattering at her, but the constant noise made it difficult for her to hear clearly.
She was familiar with the individual features of the last face, whether it was the eyes or the shape of the lips, but the overall face always seemed to slip out of her mind, creating a strange feeling that was hard to describe in words.
Like a silent mime.
Sheng Qing declined everyone's suggestion to gather together and returned to the cottage alone.
The familiar little house didn't bring much sense of security. Sheng Qing remembered the book with its crooked and messy scribbles, which she had clearly left by the door, but now it was nowhere to be found.
Where did they go?
"Sheng Qing..." She was hallucinating again, accompanied by dizziness.
Sheng Qing leaned against the cabinet, closed her eyes, rubbed her temples, and went to rest on the sofa for a while.
Something nudged his bottom. Sheng Qing moved it aside; it was that strange book.
Wait, the cover is a little different. Sheng Qing casually flipped through a few more pages, and the content was pretty much the same, which made it really hard for her, who had no knowledge of the subject, to tell the difference.
Oh, by the way, take a look at the photos we took before.
After comparing them, unsurprisingly, this was not the previous book.
Sheng Qing had lost the desire to ask the agent and the landlord; she just wanted to sort out what had happened.
I lay on the sofa, closed my eyes, and sorted out the current situation.
Moving into this little house was the beginning of everything unusual.
Even auditory hallucinations started around that time.
How did you come to like this house in the first place? Sheng Qing's memory is getting worse and worse, and she has no recollection of it at all. She only remembers going around with the real estate agent and making a decision quickly.
My memories of sharing an apartment after graduation are also vague; it was only about half a year ago.
But the image of waking up in the dormitory with tears streaming down her face is still very clear, as if it happened yesterday. She can even clearly recall searching online for information about the company that sent her the interview invitation.
What happened after that—being tormented by her thesis, encountering a bizarre internship company, the interview with her current employer, and saying goodbye upon graduation—it all seemed to be fast-forwarded, and in a daze, she moved into this small house.
During that time, she even enrolled in driving school and obtained her driver's license. But her memories of the incident were just a few blurry, slideshow-like images.
Sheng Qing dozed off, opened his eyes and glanced at the time; it had only been about ten minutes.
When did the window open again?
The sweltering air rushed in, leaving the meager amount of cool air nowhere to hide. Sheng Qing got up to close the window, but just before the door closed, a white figure flashed in.
It's that cat.
It's that elegant lady's cat.
But they said she didn't exist.
Then why is her cat here?
"Sister~"
At the same time, the cat opened and closed its lips, emitting a melodious meow, "Meow meow meow~"
Unable to tell whether she was seeing things or hearing things, Sheng Qing was so frightened that she fell to the edge of the bed.
elder sister?
That's right, the person's lip movements were referring to the older sister.
Sheng Qing broke out in a cold sweat, but what could her sister do? Why did she break out in a cold sweat?
Sheng Qing temporarily suppressed his doubts, hugged the white cat tightly, and opened the door to leave the small house.
She wanted to go upstairs again to see for herself; she had to witness firsthand what the beautiful woman had said about 12-4.
Perhaps we could invite Meng Yunxi along?
Knock, knock, knock—three knocks on the door. Several minutes passed, but no one answered.
Send a message or make a phone call.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is not within range." A mechanical female voice came from the other end of the phone.
The message was sent out but disappeared without a trace.
Never mind, let's go upstairs and check the situation first.
Sheng Qing held the kitten and waited for the elevator, but the elevator was stuck on the 13th floor and refused to come down. In the end, there were still stairs to go up.
She hesitated to knock on the door of 12-4, afraid that the person who opened it wouldn't be the one she suspected.
"Meow~" The cat in my arms meowed and touched the door with its paw.
"What brings you here?" The door opened, and a fragrant aroma wafted out. It was that beautiful woman, looking surprised, but then smiling as she saw the kitten, she said, "It ran to your house again? Did it perform a backflip for you?"
Sheng Qing was stunned, turning her body to look into the house: "Is it just you at home? Where's the person who was with you last time?"
"You mean him?" The pretty woman beckoned to the kitten, which jumped to the ground. "Isn't that him!"
"What?" Sheng Qing was speechless.
"Do you really want to see me do a backflip?" the cat said in human language, transforming into a handsome young man.
"You, what are you?" Sheng Qing stammered, taking large steps back.
"Don't you know best what I am?" the boy said coldly.
"How long are you going to run away?" The beautiful woman smiled, but her whole body exuded a chilling aura.
"What are you saying? I don't understand," Sheng Qing said in a panic.
"How long are you going to pretend to be deaf and dumb? If running away could solve problems, what difficulties are there in this world?"
Sheng Qing fled in panic, hearing calls echoing in his ears. It wasn't just his ears; it was as if the ethereal voice calling his name was in his mind. Before him stood a man and a woman with meaningful expressions.
He stumbled back to the floor where the small house was located and knocked randomly on the doors of his neighbors.
The door wasn't locked; it opened with a gentle push.
Sheng Qing was certain that it was absolutely not someone from some so-called paranormal investigation team.
Indeed, that was the case. But when she saw the person inside the room, her pupils dilated in shock. It was actually herself, and she seemed not to see her at all. She passed straight through her body and closed the window.
Sheng Qing then realized that she hadn't entered the house through the main entrance, but rather through the balcony window. Startled, she stumbled backward, and before she knew it, she was back in the hallway.
The house on the left looks like this, so what about the one on the right?
I had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
When Sheng Qing knocked on the opposite door again, the same thing happened again.
And downstairs too.
Sheng Qing tried everything, but things didn't go as she expected. No matter which door she entered through, she would always suddenly appear outside the window of her little house. The people inside the little house always ignored her presence, either choosing to close the window or ignoring the window that was suddenly pushed open.
Is this really not a nightmare? A nightmare from which there is no escape or lucidity?
By the way, why not just go back to the cabin? Perhaps the way to end this absurd dream is to return to where it began.
When did this dream begin? Was it when she was dozing off on the sofa?
Sheng Qing ran back to the door of 11-4 like a madman, took a deep breath, and shakily reached out and pushed inside.
The door was not opened.
Oh, the key, how could she forget about the key?
After some bumping and knocking, I finally heard a crisp creaking sound.
The door opened, and thankfully, she wasn't lying asleep on the sofa.
Sheng Qing calmed himself down, though it wasn't very helpful.
Trying hard to recall, what position she fell asleep in, and what she was thinking about before falling asleep?
With her eyes closed, the ethereal call grew clearer, constantly tugging at the strings in her mind and ears.
Wake up!
Stop sleeping!
If I sleep any longer, I really won't wake up!
...
A chill ran down his back, and cold sweat poured down his back.
He opened his eyes abruptly, and the furnishings in the small house were exactly as they had been.
The phone screen lit up, showing two missed calls from Meng Yunxi.
Another text message came in.
"What happened?"
"I was busy just now."
Are you alright?
Then there were three knocks on the door.
"Sheng Qing, I am Meng Yunxi."
"Open the door."
Thankfully, I woke up!
Sheng Qing got up, swiped up on the information, and prepared to open the door.
Wait, something's not right!
Was her information broadcast before she entered the dream? Why is there still a record after she wakes up?
Is the person outside the door really Meng Yunxi?
"Are you really Meng Yunxi?" Sheng Qing found the pair of nunchucks according to his memory, held them in front of him, and asked the door.
"Why do you ask that?" The person outside the door wasn't annoyed.
"Answer the video call so I can verify your identity." Sheng Qing recalled the monster that pretended to be a drunkard and kicked down the door in the middle of the night. Why didn't it try to force its way in? Perhaps there were some hidden security measures in this house, so that unless the person inside opened it, entry was not permitted.
"My phone is dead," came the person outside the door.
Lies!
"What kind of monster are you? If you don't leave, I won't be polite!" Sheng Qing threatened.
"Impossible, you're still not awake." The person outside the door spoke with a sinister smile.
Like the squeaking sound of fingernails scraping against glass, Sheng Qing's teeth ached.
"Wake up, quickly!" Sheng Qing murmured.
There seemed to be a large crowd outside the door, and these people were scratching at the door with their fingernails and making a creaking sound.
"No one can save you now."
"Give up."
"What's wrong with this kind of life?"
Join us!
...
"Shut up!" Sheng Qing snapped angrily.
Like a tranquilizer, the area outside the door suddenly became quiet.
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